Not Beneath - Worm

For I am a worm; not a man. A rotting carcass given new breath, given new life.
Taken from the soil which we were made, thistles and thorns.
Cursed to toil, till dust returned.

I remember when I lost it all;
when You stripped me of all my possessions,
Dragging me through the mire, (and) letting me, eat as the pigs.
When I returned from the ground, I trusted You as my forefathers did.
And I was not disappointed.
My cup still overfloweth.

I had my way (and) indulged in things that I must still eat.
But still, I remember You.
You are ingrained in my heart.

Can I fool You by deceiving myself?
Will I have given everything when it’s the end?
Will I regret in my life? Will I regret in my death?
Continue my existence. Open my eyes.

In a sea of misinterpretation, am I in Your Truth? My spirit is hopeful.
Your voice thunders marvelously, doing great things I cannot grasp.

Can I fool You by deceiving myself?
Will I have given everything when it’s the end?
Will I regret my life in my death?
Open my eyes.

All my heart, mind, and spirit.
To You.

Do not let me stay in the darkest grave, where you do not dwell.
Though I remember you, and am not disappointed, I am still a worm, I am not a man.